Many soldiers eighteen years, drown in mud no more tearsSurely a war no-one can win, killing time about to begin

Home, far away, from the war, a chance to live againHome, far away, but the war, no chance to live again

The bodies of ours and our foes, the sea of death it overflowsIn no man's land God only knows, into jaws of death we go

Crucified as if on a cross, allied troops they mourn their lossGerman war propaganda machine, such before has never been seenSwear I heard the angels cry, pray to god no more will dieSo that people know the truth, tell the tale of Paschendale

Cruelty has a human heart, everyman does play his partTerror of the men we kill, the human heart is hungry still

I stand my ground for the very last time, gun is ready as I stand in lineNervous wait for the whistle to blow, rush of blood and over we go

Blood is falling like the rain, its crimson cloak unveils againThe sound of guns can't hide their shame, and so we die on Paschendale

Dodging shrapnel and barbed wire, running straight at cannon fireRunning blind as I hold my breath, say a prayer symphony of death

As we charge the enemy lines, a burst of fire and we go downI choke a cry but no-one hears, feel the blood go down my throat

Home, far away, from the war, a chance to live againHome, far away, but the war, no chance to live again

See my spirit on the wind, across the lines beyond the hillFriend and foe will meet again, those who died at Paschendale